Express yaself

Yesterday, my friend Nina came over. I looked outside and saw the sun had been setting for a few minutes, so I was like "Oh shit we gotta go outside it's so nice out. And let's go to the park, too!" On our way to the park, I took some pictures, hoping I'd be able to take more by the time we got to the park, if we could get there fast enough. I should've known. The sun sets too fast for my liking, but when it comes to me and the sun, the sun is always right. So I do no argue. We had to take an alternate route to the park that I'm not used to, because I normally take this rock bridge thing, but the water level was too high. Going a different way killed all the sense of direction I might have, so we didn't end up getting to the park before sunset.. Isn't that sad? But it's okay. I still got to take some nice pictures, enjoy the weather, and... whatever. All that good shit. We go back home, watch some this movie called Tiny Furniture, which I'm still not sure how I feel about it. The movie has no climax, it doesn't really go anywhere. The main character is also really dumb. I don't mind movies with no climax, but I at least wish she could've gained a little knowledge at the end! Like, "Oh man I fucked some guy in a pipe who has a girlfriend, let's not talk to him again. I need to get out of my mom's house because she's crazy and depends on me for too much. I should call my friend and apologize for canceling our living arrangements a day before she got here." No. None of that happened! It just ended.

We also watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. That's not a movie that I'm always down to watch, but it is seriously so beautiful. It's one of those situations where I'd hand someone a copy I theoretically own and be like, "go watch this tonight, bring it back tomorrow, and tell me how you felt about it." Then we'd discuss it over some tea. If I want to discuss something over tea, it must really be serious. Then again, I'm kind of always down for a tea party.

I got on the computer a few moments ago with the intentions of putting some of the pretty pictures I took on here, and talking about what me and Nina talked about last night. To my... dismay, THERE IS NOT HOLE FOR MY MEMORY CARD IN MY COMPUTER. Guess who also does not happen to know where her cord for her camera is. ME. My mom only carries around an Ipad now, and my stepdad's computer is literally retarded. If it was a human, it would have an IQ 1 below retardation level. So I'm shit out of luck? Until I "clean my room and find it hiding under clothes," says da parents. They are wrong. I promise I'm pretty sure it's not in my room! We'll see though... If I can find time in my busy schedule of sitting on a chair and contemplating why my mom won't let me get a cello and take lessons. My life is complicated. Ha. I would call myself an optimist, so I do believe I will find that cord some way some how!

In the mean time, I already have nice pictures of me playing in snow when it first snowed.

also we can marvel over my outfit choice.

My skinny, black Tripp pants with zippers and chains fa days, my boy shoes (Sk8-hi Vans) and my Winnie The Pooh sweatshirt. (Also a houndstooth coat, but that's not very important.) I am the queen of boy shoes. I love them so much. Why do boys get the nicer shoes? They're sturdier, and they go with more of my outfits. Don't get me wrong, I DO own a pair of Toms, and I adore heels more than most girls my age, but boys shoes just aren't comparable. I don't put boys shoes and girls shoes into one category of shoes. They are two separate categories, and are NAWT to be compared. It's like comparing... iPhoto and Photobooth. Einstein and Tupac. Eyes and mouth. I can't think of anymore, but I hope I've made my point clear. This is really how I dress on a daily basis. I mix boys and girls clothes, old lady and young hoe clothes. It's just how I am. I'm not a matchy person. Sorry I'm not sorry. One day I'm dressed like a princess, definitely over-dressed for most situations I would happen to be getting myself into, and the next day I will look completely grunge-y. Like, "damn she smells good but her coo clothes make her look like she should be smelly." Sike! I always smell good. Also, I don't dress like a dump. But you know how some grunge-y people are just kind look like they might smell like bathroom carpet or something? Dat ain't me. I don't smell like bathroom carpet.

Onto a more serious note; The Serious Section of the Day. As my friend and I lay in my bed at 11 o clock last night, wondering why it wasn't as late as it felt, we started talking about when people ask for advice. People want to hear advice, but they don't really want you tell to tell them what to do. She has a friend who was talking to this boy, then he hooked up with her other friend. Of course the girl was hurt, but the boy apologized and still wanted to date her. OBVI she had strong feelings for this boy, but didn't know whether to trust him or not. Initially, I was like "hale naw. I already have trust issues, that would be the end of the line for me." But then I really started thinking, it didn't take as long to think as much is it sounds, and I was like, "That's how I would react, but I'm not her. I wouldn't tell her what to do, either. I wouldn't say, 'Don't date him!!' I'd give her the pros and cons I saw in all options she was debating, but I would never tell her exactly what to do." That's true, though! You can't tell someone what to do. If you wouldn't react the same as them in that situation, you can tell your friend or whatever the relation, but you just can't make them do what you would do. I'm not saying "you can't" in a "omg dont do dat!!! it's meannn!" kind of way, I mean literally. They do not have to listen to you. They won't do what you want them to do, just because you want them to do. And if they do, there's something wrong in your relationship, most would call it unhealthy. When people ask for advice or your opinion, they really just want someone to be open-minded, and listen to their feelings, while you put yours in there, without being too pushy.

Sometimes I wonder if anything I say makes sense.